[center][i]A sweet image of innocence
Her presence here so dissonant
Amidst the shadows and the grime.
Run, small one, while there’s still time!
Sneak away, find somewhere safe
A hidey-hole for a thin waif
Somewhere the demon will not seek,
Some lonesome refuge for the meek.

But nay, she strays not from her path
She cries to tempt the madman’s wrath
And all that’s left to do is pray
That [/i]He[i] does not come thisaway
Alas, the girl is not alone,
Her presence here is now beknown.

Quiet eyes observe her gentle walk,
Quiet feet behind her slowly stalk,
And from the vilest, blackest depths of shade
A shadow strikes, a great and dark curved blade!

Edge turned aside, the flat swings down
Towards the little wanderer’s crown
Seeking not her life to reap
But to knock her into dazed sleep
So that the Red Pierrot may snatch
Her up, to later on dispatch…[/i][/center]